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My Amphetamine

The anger I feel, it currently rains Its the fuel that drives my reigns It pumps my blood through my veins Breaking the skin at times, leaving stains It builds, increases, stacks and never ceases It pumps, courses, I never know the reason It needs to halt, wait, stop before the creases Rip, tear, show too much wear. It is like treason But regardless it is not speed, or an aphrodisiac And it is not a drug for an insomniac It is not a synthetic made craft like ketamine or crack It is pure rage. It is natural born. It is my Amphetamine, in fact. Neronero April 9th, 2019

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Date: 4/10/2019 5:00:00 AM
Agreed about snowflake. Good luck)
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Date: 4/9/2019 2:10:00 PM
If it wasn't the third quatrain, I would call it a monorhyme, a pretty rare thing.
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Jeffrey Howey
Date: 4/9/2019 2:33:00 PM
If I'm being fully honest, I am not fully versed in the vast varieties of poetry forms. Regardless, every original artwork made by any individual with any skill level is as rare as each snowflake. No matter what form or similarities, all art is unique. I thank you for the praise!